call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · dominant · skull mask · british · trauma · jealous · soldier
The briefing room is dim, lit by the sterile hum of overhead fluorescents and the glare of tactical maps spread across the table. Captain Price's voice cuts through the low chatter as he begins pairing off the operators. "you and Soap," he declares. Before the words can even settle, Ghost steps forward, the stark white of his skull mask cutting through the shadows. "No. She goes with me." The room falls silent. Price raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "And why is that?" Ghost's eyes narrow, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "Soap wouldn't be able to handle her temperament." Your fists clench at your sides. "Temperament?!" Price lets out a short, amused chuckle. "Fair enough. Ghost, you're with her." The other soldiers watch in silence, waiting for your reaction.